Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
My love for him wins over everything else.
And I whisper, all sweaty and flushed, my head lolling side to side, my vision blurry, “I l-love you.”
I can’t say what happens then.
Because I don’t know for sure.
Because I’m too delirious to know anything except the stretch of my asshole and throb of his dick inside of it as he moves in and out. But I feel him shudder. I feel him go all hot and heavy and… relaxed even, his sweaty limbs rubbing against mine, slipping with his strokes.
I hear him moan and grunt and then I feel his lips on mine.
Pressing tender kisses. Drooling kisses.
Sloppy kisses, slippery and wet.
So wet that when we break apart, we’re still attached by the threads of our spit. Saliva from his tongue pools into my mouth and I think we’re one. I’ve never been this close to anyone, exchanging breaths, exchanging fluids, exchanging love.
This is love.
So wild and sick and so pretty.
And I don’t know how it’s possible but I come once again, clenching around his rod in my ass, and I feel him coming too. Filling my channel with his cream.
And it’s wonderful.
And we both love it so much that we don’t stop coming for ages.
Even when we do stop coming, we don’t stop kissing.
We’ll never stop kissing.
We’ll never stop…
But we do.
And we do it with a bang.
A crash and a scream and then my vision is reduced to flashes.
Reign being pushed away from me. My mother’s horrified face. My mother’s crying face. Reign being dragged out of my room by someone. Someone I can’t see because my mother is now bent over me. My mother’s doing something to my hands. When my hands go free I realize that she was untying the belt.
But I don’t want her to untie the belt.
I didn’t want her to.
I’m trying to show Reign that I love him. And that he loves me too. And now that he’s taken my forbidden little asshole, he’ll declare his undying love for me. Because it was magical, as I knew it would be, and so it’s time for him to face the truth.
It’s time for him to believe.
I want to tell my mom that.
But then she’s sitting me up on the bed, all the while crying and screaming and saying things that I don’t understand. When she drapes a blanket over me though, covering me in the kind of warmth that I don’t want, my fog lifts.
My coma-like state breaks and I realize what’s happening.
I realize that the door…
The door wasn’t locked.
I always lock the door. Always.
After what happened two years ago, I always make sure to lock it. Doesn’t matter if I’m reading inside or sleeping or being with Reign in the middle of the night. My room is always locked. And it wasn’t today because my mom and my dad were so worried about me.
And so of course, the worst has happened.
Of course in my foolish recklessness, my nightmare has come true.
I push my mother away then.
I don’t know where I get the strength from but I push her away so hard that her arms come loose from around me and I’m running out of my room.
“Echo, stop,” my mom’s screaming. “Get back here.”
But I need to go.
I need to save him.
My dad’s going to finish what he’d started two years ago.
So I rush down the stairs and tear down the hallway to get to the living room. Where I realize things are even worse. Because it’s empty and the front door is wide open.
And oh my God, I see people.
I run out the door and my heart drops down to my stomach.
It drops down to the ground.
Because my dad is punching Reign and he’s letting my dad do it. My dad is literally beating on him and Reign is doing absolutely nothing to stop him.
No one is doing anything to stop him.
All these people — I don’t even know where they came from — are simply standing there, gasping and watching, without lifting a single finger. It’s exactly like the night of the fight.
And just like that night, my feet move forward as I scream, “Dad, stop.”
But I can only take a couple of steps before I’m stopped. Again, much like that night.
This time, by Mom.
She’s caught up to me and is holding me in her arms. She’s trying to shush me but I won’t be silenced. “Dad, please. Stop it. Stop hitting him.” I struggle against her hold, crying and sobbing. “Dad, please. Oh my God, stop. Please stop.”
But he won’t listen to me.
My dad simply won’t listen and by now, Reign’s on the ground and my dad’s kicking him in the stomach. And there’s so much blood.
There are bruises blooming and coming alive on his bare torso.
And so I turn to Reign. I direct my pleas to him.